Текст песни Гранитный Цех - Гремит моя музыка

My music is thundering
The ceiling is cracking
Mom swears
She doesn't like rock
I fight with anger
Head on the table
And although I'm weak
Did not take it
Ooo-ooo

I dress
I am going for a walk
And the street is dirty
And the puddles again
I look at puddles
I'm about to scream
All this dirt reminds me of mochuuuuuuu.

But right there me
Taken by the police
-What kind of clothes are you a fascist?
And in the stations tired of repeating every day
- It's none of your business, what am I walking-yayay-yayayat.

I am asked a question:
-Boy, where did you grow up?
I answer:
-In the land of grief and tears
I say what I think
I don't know how to lie
I'm a bastard, I'm a nit
I don't give a damn about everything !!!